Of course, one of the significant unintentional effects of the War on Drugs was that it was actually very effective at choking off smuggling via sea and air, which meant that the then-powerful Colombian cartels were forced to negotiate land routes through Mexico. Over time, the Colombian narcos lost power and influence to their Mexican counterparts, which is one of many contributing factors to the current state of the narcowar in that country.
I bring this up because when discussing D.A.R.E. with people who grew up somewhere other than the border, it’s really obvious how much more money and effort was invested in programs for border-dwelling kids, which is not something I can say about pretty much anything else. And what good did it do? They’d have had more success teaching us about the exploitative effects of capitalism, imperialism, and consumption, but despite the fact that these were also the early years of NAFTA, no one bothered to hand out school supplies emblazoned with the potential harmful effects of that.
at the beginning of October, the son of the former governor of Coahuila (nephew of the current governor) was murdered, ostensibly by the Zetas/police working in association with the Zetas
apparently his father, Humberto Moreira, just came out and, among other things, directly linked the Zetas to the coal mining industry in Coahuila, which by extension would include the proposed coal mine in my hometown (the company seeking the permit is Mexican, and among other things, they want to construct their own railroad bridge over the Rio Grande instead of using the ones that already exist)
on one hand this was obvious as hell from the beginning, but it’s still kind of amazing and terrifying to see it outright confirmed by someone so prominent. (And hopefully it’s this in combination with the recent FBI arrest of a local commissioner for smuggling drug money into Mexico that’s behind the Texas Railroad Commission’s delay in making a decision on that permit, but who knows.)
Last week, there was a mass, cartel-aided prison break across the Rio Grande from my hometown, now it’s bomb scares on the international bridge
the best part of googling this is all the white people who think it’s cute to make jokes about stopping illegals/Mexicans this way, as if the river acts as a strict segregator of race and nationality. HOW DO U BORDER
…said a banner found with 14 mutilated bodies in Nuevo Laredo a few days ago. That’s just the last part. The rest of it is a message from Chapo Guzman, head of the Sinaloa cartel, who claims the the dead men are members of the Zetas. He says he’s cleaning up Nuevo Laredo, white knight-style, and will teach the Zetas how to be a good, clean narcotrafficker. I’m dubious, personally, both that he can do it (the Zetas have taken control of a lot of former Sinaloa-controlled areas) and that he is any more trustworthy than they are, but it’s true that when he was running things, the violence was a little less ostentatious, and perhaps easier to ignore. The only thing you can be sure of is that they’ve all watchedScarfacetoo many times.
The quoted phrase means, “Don’t forget I’m you’re real father.” I would not advise googling the exact phrase if you’re squeamish. Narcoblogs don’t believe in trigger warnings.
You know, my hometown is on the Texas-Mexico border (American side, not Laredo), and the fact that people from my town can vanish and the national news doesn’t give a flying fuck about it says speaks volumes. People get shot or mutilated, who knows really, because they have to airlift them to undisclosed locations. The local hospital gets threats from the cartels if they try to treat them there. We have to watch our local politicians very closely because you don’t know who’s doing business with the narcos. People who have family in Mexico and who used to go across the river regularly rarely if ever do that anymore. A friend of my mom’s took his grandkids to an orthodontist on that side and was sitting at a stop sign when a masked man in black aimed an automatic rifle at his head and told him not to move. What do you know, a convoy roars on past and the man in black jumps on the last vehicle. It was Mexican special forces; you can’t tell them from Zetas, except that they’re less likely to kill a civilian.
The Zetas have allegedly contributed to the establishment of several parks and a soccer field under International Bridge #2, which is very civic-minded of them. They were allegedly assisted by a former politician from my hometown; he is noteworthy for making appearances on several national broadcasted American TV shows, telling everyone that the drug war has been greatly exaggerated. These are all allegations, of course. There is no documentation, no proof, nothing concrete to point to.
Last time I visited my hometown, the ATF raided a gun store there for smuggling weapons and ammunition to Mexico.
A Mexican company is trying to build a coal mine in our town. It is questionable why they’re investing so much money into obtaining our coal, which is so low-grade it barely burns and cannot be sold in the U.S. They want to build their own international railroad bridge too, rather than use the existing one. I am sure their reasoning is very solid, although I have yet to hear it. You better believe they have prominent American financial support. If you take the time to connect the dots, you can find mayors, governors, even presidents, and of course lots of respectable businessmen.
If we see a Hummer down there, we assume that it’s owned by a narco, because it seems like all the Hummers migrated down here like mammoths when the economy went to hell.
The Zetas are recruiting local schoolkids to smuggle drugs. A year or two ago, a teenager was shot dead by the Border Patrol at the end of the road I grew up on. His truck was full of weed.
All I’m saying is that I wish the rest of America could engage on this topic on a depth beyond facile commentary about how pot should be legalized, or the borders “secured”, as if that were all it would take, as if those are the only things worth talking about. This is about a lot more than undocumented Mexicans or college kids being forced to think about where their recreational drugs come from; this is globalization in all its unfettered glory, and we are no less complicit in it than we are in palm oil plantations and Foxconn suicides.